[ 2B is more than happy to keep him still, to keep him safe just for her to bend and break, her prime directive gradually reaching fulfillment in its own twisted way. Something dark and dangerous is building within her, melding with her sadness and grief and weaponizing it, turning it into a sick form of sadism.
She wants him, desperately. Therein lies the root of all her problems.
2B begins to tighten her grip on his neck by degrees, feeling the way his pulse quickens with every squeeze and twitch of her fingers. With his coat discarded, she runs a palm along the smooth, unblemished flesh of his torso, marveling at the unmarred surface. It's beautiful in that it's his, and while she's driven her blade through it more times than she's comfortable admitting, she takes her time admiring it from this standpoint. She loosens her grip only when she feels his processes begin to stutter, gradually repeating the cycle over and over again.
Digging her knee between his legs with more urgency, she posits herself in order to give him easier access to what he seeks beneath her skirt. As his fingers graze against the lengths of fabric holding her dress closed, she gives a shuddering sigh. ] Untie it, [ She commands, the hand at his torso diving southward in order to get between her leg and his crotch. She palms at his erection, strange through the thick fabric of his pants, her fingers finding its shape as she looms above him. 2B pulls away only to look into his eyes as she does this, her expression impassively unchanging beneath her visor. ]
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She wants him, desperately. Therein lies the root of all her problems.
2B begins to tighten her grip on his neck by degrees, feeling the way his pulse quickens with every squeeze and twitch of her fingers. With his coat discarded, she runs a palm along the smooth, unblemished flesh of his torso, marveling at the unmarred surface. It's beautiful in that it's his, and while she's driven her blade through it more times than she's comfortable admitting, she takes her time admiring it from this standpoint. She loosens her grip only when she feels his processes begin to stutter, gradually repeating the cycle over and over again.
Digging her knee between his legs with more urgency, she posits herself in order to give him easier access to what he seeks beneath her skirt. As his fingers graze against the lengths of fabric holding her dress closed, she gives a shuddering sigh. ] Untie it, [ She commands, the hand at his torso diving southward in order to get between her leg and his crotch. She palms at his erection, strange through the thick fabric of his pants, her fingers finding its shape as she looms above him. 2B pulls away only to look into his eyes as she does this, her expression impassively unchanging beneath her visor. ]